Trek To Elephant Logging Camp
Somehow
Ralph, Manfred and Fridel persuaded me to accompany them, in the rain, on
a trek to an
elephant camp some two hours downstream. We sat on hard
planks ploughing through the sometimes turbulent water. Not
exactly white water but white enough for me, a non swimmer in a glorified
canoe without a life vest. Fridel who promised to save me in
the event of capsize was fast asleep. How anyone
could get comfortable enough to sleep is a mystery to me
Within minutes of reaching the shore
we were wading through a stream bed, the first of many, In
fact most of the trek was through water. We walked for two hours,
shin deep in dung and mud and who knew what else, eventually large turds
and broken branches told us elephants were about. A cheer went up
when we caught their scent
Friedel was to dog my footsteps all
around Myanmar. I would hear "hello darlink" and there he
would be |